Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

A youthful-looking girl of fifteen or sixteen timidly stood in front of the boy and handed him a light pink envelope. She said in a low voice:

"Yang Jin, this is for you..."

The boy just glanced down, then smiled gently and waved his hand to refuse.

"No, I have plenty at home."

The girl felt a little lost. When she raised her eyes and looked at the boy, she seemed to find a faint golden light in his eyes.

She was startled for a moment, lowered her head like a frantic deer, and asked quietly, "Tomorrow is Sunday. Do you want to go to the library to do homework together?"

At this time, the two had already walked out of the school gate. Yang Jin took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, turned it on and connected the signal.

——There is a traitor. Terminate the transaction tonight.

Insider, what insider... Yang Jin looked at the message with some doubts, and absentmindedly refused: "Sorry, I don't have time tomorrow, I have something to do at home."

"Then do you want to come to my house tomorrow? I just learned a home dance recently and bought a little skirt. I will show you how to dance." The girl said shyly.

The signal was delayed and the second text message came.

Yang Jin quickly opened it and took a closer look.

——Continue trading at night. If it doesn’t work out, just say you spent the night outside with a female classmate.

The deal is going on? The inside story hasn't been explained yet, so there absolutely can't be any mistakes in this matter... Yang Jin's mouth twitched, and when he saw the female classmate in front of him, his face darkened. He said unhappily, "Don't watch. My brother can do the home dance, I don't need to watch you."

"Your brother can do house dance? I don't believe it."

The third text message just happened to light up at this moment. Yang Jin opened it anxiously, quickly scanned it, and his face instantly looked as if it was stained with ink.

——Bring me ten of the starch sausages from the gate of your school.

[Transfer: 30 yuan]

Yang Jin took a deep breath, didn't want to say another word, and started typing on the keyboard.

"Don't you get tired of eating it every day? Besides, three sticks for ten yuan, how can I buy you ten sticks for thirty yuan?"

The message was replied immediately: - Just say you are a student and ask him to give you one.

Damn it! Yang Jin wanted to throw his phone to the ground. What the hell! I'm the great Lord Erlang Xiansheng, and I'm buying a sausage and flattering them for giving it away. It's fine if you're shameless, but you're going to throw mine away too?!

"Yang Jin, did you hear me?" the girl said coquettishly.

"I said, no, no, no, no!"

Yang Jin angrily opened his phone and clicked on the viral online male version of the Love Cycle dance video. He placed it in front of the girl and shouted, "This is my brother. He has over 10 million likes. I'll go see you dance like him whenever you want. Please don't bother me otherwise, okay?"

The little girl was stunned for more than ten seconds, then left with a pout.

I want to cry. What they say on the Internet is right... When boys get flirty, girls have no chance.

Yang Jin put away his phone, took a deep breath, and walked to the sausage stall nearby. He lowered his temper and said gently, "Please grill ten sausages for me."

"Five yuan for one, ten yuan for three, and if you want ten, it'll cost thirty-five yuan."

Yang Jin gritted his teeth and remained silent for a few seconds. In the end, he still couldn't shamelessly say "I'm a student, give me one."

He reached into his inner pocket and carefully pulled out a handful of neatly stacked change: three ten-yuan bills and two five-yuan bills.

"I'll transfer 30 yuan to you and give you a five-yuan note." Yang Jin handed over the five yuan reluctantly, frowning with heartache.

It was not easy for his mother to earn money, so he had always been frugal. These five yuan might be a small amount for others, but it was his breakfast money for three days. Spending it like this made his heart hurt like a knife.

"Okay, would you like some chili?" the stall owner asked enthusiastically.

Ding, the message sounded - add more chili, I won’t eat it if you add less.

Yang Jin clenched his fists tightly and roared, "Add more! Add more! Pour the whole bucket of chili essence on top. It's so spicy it's going to kill you!"

Stall owner: ???

"Haha, I didn't expect that the great Erlang Zhenjun would yell over whether or not to add chili to a starch sausage. It's really laughable."

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Yang Jin was startled and turned around immediately.

Looking closely, he saw a young child in a red sweatshirt standing behind him, his hands in his pockets, with a teasing look on his face.

"Nezha? Why are you here?" Yang Jin was startled. He carefully examined the child and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He said:

"I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so many years, you're still so short."

The child snorted and walked over to him with a ruthless pace. His eyes fell on the sausage roasting machine, and he shook his head and sighed:

"I never thought that after not seeing you for so many years, you would actually like this kind of junk food. You are really regressing. I would never eat this kind of thing."

Yang Jin couldn't help but lower his head, looking embarrassed.

The vendor who was grilling starch sausages nearby felt like laughing as he listened to the flowery conversation between the boy and the child.

There’s Erlang Shen and Nezha again. Today’s kids are interesting and know how to have fun.

But I can’t tolerate people saying that my starch sausage is junk food. Uncle, this is authentic starch sausage that has passed the 315 certification and cannot be slandered!

He glanced at Nezha and said unhappily, "You want to eat it, but your mother won't buy it for you."

He tugged at Yang Jin and pointed at Nezha and said, "I remember him, this kid, and his mother took him past my place last week. He was clamoring for some starch sausage. His mother didn't buy it for him, so he lay on the ground unable to get up. Later he was beaten up severely, and in the end he didn't even eat a single starch sausage."

Nezha was stunned for five seconds: (*゜Д゜)σ凸←self-destruct button

Let’s die together, old man!

Yang Jin: ...

Nezha was immediately furious. He jumped up and hit his boss on the knee. "How can you be so unreasonable? Nonsense! My mother gave birth to triplets: Jinzha, Muzha, and Nezha. The one you see is my brother!"

"Okay, okay, yes, yes, your brother, your brother." The vendor raised his hands in surrender.

That must be you... Yang Jin's eyelids twitched several times, and he rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, closing his eyes with a headache: "Nezha, tell me what's going on, I have something important to do."

Nezha paused and coughed lightly. The sound was heard, but the stall owner seemed to hear nothing.

"Yang Jian, the Heavenly Lord noticed that you have been using a lot of divine power recently, so he sent me here to check what happened."

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Chapter 210 Tianzun will certainly understand my painstaking efforts

Does Tianzun know?

Yang Jin frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and decided to tell Nezha some things.

The divine power around them was vibrating unnoticeably, and in a flash, the two had finished their communication.

"You're expending so much of your divine power and expecting him to save Cangnan? He's just a kid from the 'Chuan' realm, right?"

Nezha's voice was filled with confusion and bewilderment:

"Yang Jian, all the gods of Daxia are trapped in the cycle of reincarnation, and you are the only one who can recover the best. If an accident occurs, Tianzun will have to rely on you to come forward and stabilize the situation. Your choice is too risky."

"I want to save my mother!"

Yang Jin's eyes were firm as he shook his head and said, "And I know in my heart that the divine power he draws every day, I can fully replenish through meditation. I will not let myself fall into a state of weakness."

"But didn't we agree to collect their souls first and then find a way to help them resurrect in the future?" Nezha asked.

"That was the last resort before when there was no other solution, but things are different now."

Yang Jin spoke in a deep voice, raised his hand and pointed to a place not far away.

Nezha turned his head and saw a couple crossing the road with a young child in their arms. The child looked about three or four years old, and the family of three looked very happy.

"How long is the future? Ten years, twenty years, or a hundred years? Look at them. If that child's parents pass away, what will happen to that child? Send him to an orphanage? Do you know how many orphans there will be in Cangnan?

"Let me tell you, in the past ten years, a total of 450,000 children have been born in Cangnan. They will all become orphans, helpless and destitute!"

Yang Jin took a deep breath and his voice suddenly rose to a deafening pitch:

"Nezha, we already let them down ten years ago. Now, ten years have passed, are we going to let their children down again? I clearly have the opportunity to protect them now, how can I have the heart to stand by and watch!"

I just came here to say something. Just say what you want to say. Why are you yelling at me... Nezha scratched his head, looked around, and felt a little depressed.

"Go back and tell Tianzun that I must save Cangnan, even if it means sacrificing my godhood!"

Yang Jin said this in a decisive tone, turned around, took the sausage handed to him by the boss, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Yang Jian, don't be anxious. Tianzun didn't say that he wouldn't let you save him. He was also considering Daxia."

Nezha hurried forward, grabbed Yang Jian, snatched the sausage from his hand, and then pulled him to a deserted place and hurriedly advised:

"But you can't act on impulse. If you can only choose between one million Cangnan creatures and 1.3 billion Daxia creatures, Tianzun can do nothing."

1.3 billion creatures of Daxia... Yang Jin's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain, which made him almost unable to breathe.

“So, even if you want to save Cangnan, you have to give Tianzun a reasonable reason so that he can convince the gods.

Nezha sighed and continued to persuade. He glanced at the starch sausage out of the corner of his eye and swallowed secretly.

A reasonable reason?

So that's how it is... Tianzun also wanted to save Cangnan, so he didn't come in person, but just sent Nezha to inquire. Nezha's cynical and careless nature made him not a suitable person to be the one to bring an army to question.

Thoughts flashed through Yang Jin's mind.

After all, the Heavenly Court is not a place where the Lord of Heaven has the final say. It is difficult for him to make all the decisions. Moreover, everyone can see through my slightly selfish thoughts, so I must find a legitimate reason before I can act openly.

At this moment, Yang Jin's brain was working at high speed and his spirits were boosted.

Got it!

Yang Jin's eyes were gleaming as he stood with his hands behind his back, his back to Nezha. He slowly raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky and said slowly:

"Nezha, in fact, what I did was not just to save the people of Cangnan, but it had another deeper meaning!"

"Hmm? What's the deep meaning?" Nezha's voice was unclear.

"Nezha, have you ever considered this? In this world of Daxia, we gods have traveled through countless years, exploring every corner of it, leaving nothing behind. Furthermore, our divine power has long since reached the pinnacle of this world, yet even so, we have yet to find even the slightest clue to another world.

"We thought the world was like this, but who would have thought that the mysterious fog would suddenly appear, leaving the gods of the world almost powerless to fight back. I'm very confused. How could this fog appear out of nowhere and be so powerful? It's so powerful that we almost have no ability to resist."

"Oh? Tell me about it?" Nezha said.

"It wasn't until I met the descendant of Fuxi that I understood what this world was really like. Fuxi, as an ancient god, was very famous. We are also familiar with ancient gods like Nuwa, Gonggong, and Chiyou.

"But from the Western gods to the Celestial Lord, countless years have passed, yet no god has ever truly seen these ancient gods. Do you know why?"